Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.